Being soul crushingly aloof. Obliterating my skull by playing "Let it Be" by the Replacements at the highest possible decibel. Driving like a man who's had over 7 major traffic violations. Avoiding square dancing, painted toenails,and the song "Stairway to Heaven". I like discussing music to the point where it's really obnoxious. I wish I could write poetry and not want to punch myself in the face right after. The collected works of Charles Bukowski. Transforming a ragtag bunch of rabblerousers into the greatest basketball team in North Carolina summer camp history. Making (admittedly) ill advised references to the Hindenburg disaster. Apparently I'm a raging elitist which I don't think is true and is something I find pretty funny. It's undoubtedly an opinion perpetrated by the many people not nearly as good as me(JOKING). I wish I could be indie-scenester-twee what have you, but quite frankly I can't fit into the pants. "I'm sorry but I'm not interested in gold mines, oil wells, shipping or real estate...what would I like to have been..."(probably the end of that lyric). Can you really put anything on here that isn't self deprecating and not come off like a complete douchebag("douche bags ARE hygenic products, so I take that as a compliment").
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, Ryan Adams, Mr. Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, The REPLACEMENTS, Eels, The White Stripes, The Beatles, Beck, Warren Zevon.
Anything by P.T. Anderson or Charlie Kauffman. And Carrot Top.
The Catcher in the Rye, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, The Bonfire of the Vanities, The Rum Diary, The Count of Monte Cristo. Hot Water Music, Ham on Rye, The Dharma Bums.
My grandparents.